“Yeah, shut up,” I grumbled. “Before I poke you with it.”
He raised an eyebrow at my ribald joke. For a moment, I thought I might have offended him. But he slung his bag over his shoulder.
“I just might like that,” he said as he walked out of the boxing area.
Asshole. I thought as I covered my stiff c**k with my gym bag and followed him from the room. I tried not to notice how his hips swayed as he walked. Those shorts clung to him in the right places.
Stop looking! I reprimanded myself. I’ve known for a while that I liked boys. But I always kept myself from staring too long or wishing something would come of nothing. And though I knew that Drew was openly gay, I was pretty sure I wasn’t his type. He went for the Goth boys. The ones with long black hair, piercings everywhere. They
